A wonderfully silly sendup of fandom and nostalgia… and an absolutely hilarious smackdown of actorly pomposity and delusions of celebrity grandeur.
Winners are indicated. I got 16/24. Pretty good, if I may say so myself.
A cry-till-you-laugh-dramedy about seeking lost family and finding new purpose; Judi Dench and Steve Coogan are fantastic. Seriously, though: bring Kleenex.
Steve Coogan, Judi Dench, Stephen Frears. So much goodness in yet another story about the inhuman awfulness of the Catholic Church. Hooray, I guess.
I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.
Steve Coogan is still, hilariously, the same old awful, insecure jerk, but the media satire that has always revolved around the Alan Partridge character is somewhat diminished.
It’s a puzzlement. How did Michael Winterbottom make a film this tediously conservative?
Love the cast. I’ll watch Steve Coogan in anything.
Michael Winterbottom + Steve Coogan + Anna Friel = I cannot wait for this.
There are lots of actors whom I’d love to see work with the Coens, to see how their unique and hugely entertaining talents could be amplified by the brothers’ idiosyncratic perspective — James Franco, Amy Adams, Timothy Olyphant, Colin Firth, Steve Coogan, Maria Bello, and on and on — none of them really need that boost the Coens could give them. Unlike my top five candidates for Coen-ification…